The Dionysian had shed the earth he slept under; his laughter drew us to the revel. Addemar, wrapped in his hermit's robe, scowled down on the gathering. Tryphosa rocked back and forth, whispering riddles into the air. Brude's pale skin glistened with sacred patterns and holy script, and the Black Hag squatted in a pile of bones, drawing her teeth across a scarred, fleshless femur. And amongst them all stood the wise one, the mortified one, the Easterner — Unmada.

Six Methuselahs. Six. A great, merciless power, swollen between them, taut and bloated by their proximity. Their fever hung in the air, and it would have flayed any mortals luckless enough to attend the gathering. They pulled at the fabric of the world to release a Call that all of us could hear. Then they gathered their might, drew down the power of the flow of Malkav's splintered consciousness...

It is said that the vampires affected by the prank never noticed the difference. A small fragment of the clan preserved the Dementation discipline, defecting to the Sabbat and becoming antitribu. Many theories try to explain how the Methuselahs accomplished this feat, and some even claim that Malkav himself sensed the six's efforts and willed the change to take effect.

The effects of this ritual endured until 1997, when Dementation was finally returned to all Malkavians in what was called the "Reawakening".